Cautionary Husband: …and she’s getting married in New Delhi.
Me: The country in India?
CH: Um, it’s a CITY in India. What do you think India is, a continent?
Me: Oh, you know, a region. Like the Middle East?
Me: Do you think [Cautionary Dog] is happy?
CH: Yeah, look at him. He’s just chillin’. He’s fine.
Me: But since [big] dogs live eight years for our every one, don’t you think that he should be, like, eight times happier than we are in a given second?
CH: Well, he’s chillin’ eight seconds for every one second.
Me: It’s eight years for every one. Does it work that way for seconds too?